‘Jazz isn’t dead: it just smells funny.’ Frank Zappa

course I blame the Sixties: this was the era that unleashed Frank Zappa and the like. There was John Lennon’s ‘Crabalocker Fishwife’ about which enough has been writ to put The Gettysburg Address well in the shade. Bikes in the Sixties were not afraid to flash a healthy dose of spontaneous alliteration at potential buyerati. Royal Enfield’s marketing mob were right there at the sharp end with their Crusader, their Continental (GT,